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*This is my first story, based on real events. Everyone is 18+ years old in this story.*

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**I**t’s Sunday night. You’re comfy in your living room with your girlfriend watching a movie. One of those 1930s film noir movies with Edward G. Robinson, though you can’t for the life of you remember its title. Your girlfriend has an obsession with classic black and white movies, and somehow you became entranced as well by the entire mood of the era despite expressing no actual interest in cinema before meeting her. Certainly not classic black and white movies from the 1930s.

You’re lying on the sofa, spooning her. It’s a cool spring night and you’re covered by a woolen grey blanket. You’re wearing your checkerboard pajamas and a blue t-shirt. She’s merely wearing her black satin panties and one of your ultramarine-blue cotton sweaters. The size, too large for her frame, creates somehow a sense of vulnerability which was completely dissonant to anyone that knew her.

The sensation of her warm crotch area through the satin fabric is starting to arouse you. You’re comfortably close to her, your awakening manhood fitting between her legs. You had ironed your pajamas yesterday and the smell of lavender is still embedded in them, calming you, but the soft touch of the cotton against the tip of your penis is slowly but surely awakening it, and now it starts throbbing occasionally, as if trying to reach her through her satin panties.

For a moment you consider moving your pajamas and her panties out of the way and fuck her right there and then, but you knew how much she enjoyed these Sunday night movie nights.

With effort, you managed to get that wondered out of the way, but you could notice she was equally enjoying your warmth, for she adjusted herself so that your semi-erect manhood was now resting comfortably in between her inner thighs, locked.

The room flickers with the scenes from the movie, lit by the TV screen in a deep monochrome layer. She turns towards you as if about to kiss you and whispers in an almost inaudible mix of desire and desperation:

*”Baby, I need to pee, but I don’t feel like getting up.”*

You look into her eyes quizzically, opening your mouth as if to utter something yet no words are exchanged. Your tongues touching one another as if they already knew all the meaning and words were unnecessary.

Yet there’s a brief glint of incredulity as you look at each other’s eyes while kissing one another. Every so often, she kept her eyes open while kissing you, smiling. You would be looking inquisitively into her light hazelnut eyes, pondering what she was envisioning while your tongues were interwoven, as if you were both trying to see who would blink first and relinquish control. You couldn’t sense what was hidden there in plain sight, but you could all the time discern her affection for you.

You move off of the sofa and get under the blanket that was covering both of you. She arranges the blanket with a slight nudge, covering her belly button, uncovered by your motions. You approach her crotch area, positioning yourself between her legs. You can’t really see because the blanket is thick and you were watching the movie in the dark, but this ends up magnifying all your other senses.

Your lips approach the fabric. You can smell her. The sweat from her inner thighs, the sweet honey from her pussy. You kiss her satin panties over her clitoral hood and notice her contracting her abs suddenly. Biting the satin you move the panties apart and gently kiss her vulva, making a seal with your lips around her wet labia to the sound of her now tense and contracted exhalation.

Then you wait. In that obscurity, under the blanket.

Sporadically, a barely perceivable quasi-stroboscopic flicker from the movie was noticeable in between the woven fibers of the blanket. You comprehend what is gonna happen. Your girlfriend invariably seemed to enjoy you going down on her after she had gone to the toilet to pee. The wondered that she was doing it intentionally crossed your mind more than once, but she had never peed in your mouth. She had drunkenly told you about her fantasies once, but this time it went straight from fantasy into potential reality in a sudden jump. Is this really gonna happen now?

There are butterflies in your stomach, a feeling of unease and nervousness that compounds your own secret desires. She really means it. The anticipation is making your cock hard as a rock. You can feel the tip of your penis tingling and every pore and hair on your skin becoming electric, as if a wave of static is going over you.

*”What if I can’t swallow it?”*

*”Is she really going to pee in my mouth?”*

*”Is she going to control the flow or will she just pee non-stop?”*

*”Will I be able to drink it all?”*

A fast succession of fears, expectations, hidden and even repressed desires overlaps one another quickly in your mind. Sometimes when you were fucking she would manage to get out from underneath your embrace, push you firmly against the mattress, and begin riding you. She would then surprise you by moving upwards towards your face, rubbing her well lubricated vulva against your mouth, coating you in her sweet scented honey.

The way desire took over her, the way it exerted such a transformation was all the time mesmerizing.

But this was different. There was some mischievousness in her eyes when she was kissing you. Did she really mean it?

*“What if I don’t like the taste?”*

You can savor some pussy juices and realize your girlfriend is becoming aroused, but more than that, the sensation from the pushing motions that the vagina is making as she tries to urinate in your mouth is driving you crazy with desire and lust. She tenses and tries to push, as if her vagina was exposing itself out of its recessed interior and into your expecting tongue. Then relaxes and recedes again.

You perceive another sudden pushing motion and expect a stream of hot liquid, but nothing happens. She relaxes, and a few moments later, you can feel another pushing motion again, but nothing happens, as if her pussy was teasing you, edging you, provoking and taunting you. With each push and contraction, leading towards desire, then anticipation and fear.

You’re starting to sweat, but it feels overwhelming being deprived of sight under the blanket, being between her legs, enjoying the soft scent of her body, feeling the touch of her inner thighs against your face and ears. Your hands are gripping her legs. You move your left hand up, feeling the texture of her skin with your palm. Feeling loved and desired as she grabs your hair with one hand and starts caressing you and, in a gentle sultry voice betraying desperation and lust, tells you:

*”I’m going to pee!”*

You feel her pussy relax, and suddenly a trickle of hot fluid enters your mouth, over your tongue, and then stops as fast as it started. You can sense the smell of urine and its taste, slightly tangy, but before you can embody a coherent wondered in that maelstrom of sensations and emotions that are taking over your body, another trickle starts, and it suddenly turns into a hot, steady stream of pee.

She grabs your head with both hands now as she urinates freely in your mouth. Her fingers are wide open, caressing your hair and pulling you closer to her pussy, obtaining a perfect seal while you taste every bit of her piss. You feel her feet arching on your back now as she hugs you and pulls you closer to her, ensuring you drink every bit of her without wasting a drop.

Your mouth fills rapidly with pee and you drink as fast as you can as hot jets of urine coat your tongue. As you swallow, your tongue flicks between her labia in an upward motion towards the urethral opening, where you can feel the full force of that fiery stream against the tip of your tongue. You lick under the clitoris and around the clitoral hood, breaking that hot stream, guzzling avidly, as momentarily it looks like your mouth is gonna overflow.

Then it dawns on you what’s taking place.

The sensation is overwhelming. Being desired in that manner, hugged close by her legs. The intimacy and trust of it all. Being enfolded by her, feeling her skin, her warmth, the taste of her pussy and of her pee filling your mouth with flavor, is just too much to bear.

You feel waves of heat rolling over your skin cyclically and find that, without even touching yourself, your cock is spurting thick ropes of cum, drenching your pajamas in sperm. Your eyes are closed, your ears covered by her inner tights, and it feels like you’re inside a warm tunnel where all sensations are being funneled from your entire body into your mouth. All your senses are saturated, and as sensations keep coming in, waves of heat pulse all over your skin and your body, causing your abs to contract forcefully while you ejaculate endlessly in uncontrolled spasms, gripping her legs, moaning.

As you cum, you swallow all her pee eagerly, not wanting to waste a single drop of her, your tongue and taste buds drowning in her piss. She trusts you not to, encourages you with her moans and with her caressing of your hair:

*”Drink it all, baby!”*

*”It’s all for you.”*

Time is meaningless. Nothing exists. Just the warmth, the sensation, the two bodies. She is desperately pulling you closer to her, as if wanting to absorb you, to quench your thirst. You, holding her legs with your hands and arms, your mouth wide open and firmly sealed around her entire pussy, savoring every drop of her as if wanting to consume her all. Both longing to become one.

Her pull becomes desperate almost. She moans. The stream slows down into a trickle.

As a last strand of pee softly flows from her pussy and into your mouth, your tongue plays around the underside of the clitoris and around the urethral opening, feeling those last savory drops. A couple of drops managed to escape your seal and slowly dribble down the side of your chin.

She relaxes her legs, and your tongue now moves gently between her labia. You can taste a piquant mix of pee and pussy juices as your tongue softly massages her vulva, then the clitoral hood, then gently underneath the clitoris, back to the urethral opening, and again to the clitoral hood, encircling it delicately.

Not wanting to waste a single bit, you continue down to the vulva and towards the perineum, teasing her.

*”Yeah, like that, all of it. I don’t want to have pee in my panties.”*

She says it tenderly, but with a commandeering, sexual undertone. You’re surprised and aroused by the way she uttered these words.

She removes one hand from your hair and pulls the blanket away, looking you straight in the eyes. You look up towards her, your vision partially obscured by her pubic hair. She has in her eyes a look of desire, satisfaction, relief, and tenderness.

*”Let’s finish the movie.”* She says, holding your head in place with one hand as you kiss her labia, savoring the last drops of pee and pussy juices as she plays with your hair in small curly motions.

You cover her pussy with her panties again and climb up behind her, pulling the blanket up with you and leaving your pajama pants on the floor.

You spoon her, and your right hand goes over her waist towards her belly button, the palm of your hand cupping the soft curves of her belly. She extends her arm and looks back at you. Gradually, she parts her lips and surprises you as she licks that drop of pee that had spilled down your chin. You both kiss.

*”I can feel the taste of my pussy and my pee on your lips,”* she says.

*”Do you like it?”* you ask.

*”Yes, what about you? I was trying to control the flow, but it was feeling so good that I just had to let go into your mouth. “*

*”I came right then. I completely lost it. It all vanished except you. “*

*”Hug me close, baby!”* She says.

You both remain glued to one another, watching the movie. You can see the thin hairs on the back of her neck and smell her. Discern the shape of her earlobes, back lit by the light of the TV screen. Her legs were following the shape of your legs, her feet on top of yours, as if she was trying to recover body heat from your own body. Your right hand remains between her bush and her belly.

You slowly fall asleep between her smell, her taste, and her body heat, your cock nestled between her inner thighs as if it had all the time belonged there.

NSFW: yes

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